• He appeared walking on the outskirts of the village. "Quite lovely." He said to himself. "Riscaa, you are quite the magician." He smiled and took off his clothes, putting them on a sunbathed rock near the water. Spreading his wings and stretching, he yawned, if those like him ever did... but then again... he was the only one of his kind, so he did whatever he wanted. The act of yawning indeed had its benefits: a pleasant feeling of harmony ever so intertwined with the precious feeling of laziness. No one was there to criticize such a marriage for being made up of two completely identical parts, so he enjoyed it fully. He touched the water with his toe and a wave sent energy flowing from that toe to the tip most feathers of his white wings. It appeared as though he shivered, but after a moment, he slowly walked into the water, with an unmistakable look about him as he sucked in all the pleasure of the lukewarm essence of happiness he entered. It might be interesting to know that no one before saw an angel, for he looked more like that particular quarter of his being, swim. The caterpillar was intrigued by the sight. For one thing, it never saw such a big bird, and... a swimming one was an even greater rarity. It even stopped on its way through the leaf for a moment, to look at the creature.